The Gladiators – Part XV (Public) (Patreon)

Beneath the blazing sun of Rome and on the heated sand of its arena, two sweating figures struggle for the mastery under the watchful eyes of the crowd. The fight has been long – but neither gladiator shows any sign of giving in, for both silver and pride are at stake, and they perform before the eyes of the Consul himself (and also his far more decorative companion).

The redheaded Teuton had seemed to be about to lose when his Gaulish opponent contrived to contain him within a lock hold which held his arms and neck immobile and then applied his knee to the small of his victim’s back. The crowd had roared to see it – and yet the Teuton had escaped by sheer brute strength and thrown his opponent over his head and landed him hard, to lie winded and vulnerable on the sun-baked sand. With the boot (as it were) now on the other foot, the German had made good use of it by stamping down hard into his foe’s exposed groin, and then following that up with a second blow. This act, which caused every man in the crowd to wince, also appeared to finish the fight. The Consul, fearing his lavish wager lost, scowled to see his chosen champion laid low. Surely there was no rising from such a setback, and the Gaul lay groaning on the ground as the redheaded Teuton soaked up the admiring applause of the crowd, deeming the struggle at an end and himself the victor.

And yet too soon! The Gaul, with great cunning, has lulled his adversary into a false assumption – and now means to pay him back. Even as the ‘winner’ stand over him he reaches up with swift suddenness – and grasps the Teuton’s balls in a firm down-dragging grip. The watchers roar to see the struggle renewed and the seeming-victor brought low, crashing down on his opponent, who refuses to release that tight and terrible hold.

As they grapple on the ground the Gaul clings on to his prize – even when the Teuton in desperation retaliates in like kind, and now the two each have hold of the other’s gonads and both are squeezing hard. And the Gaul now grabs the thong between his foe’s muscular buttocks and begins to twist ……..

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